The Breath of the Divine

There is something sacred
in the way we live each day.
Not in luxury or grand gestures—
but in the rough inhale and exhale
of ordinary life.
The showy words and polished speeches
feel hollow.
But quiet, honest work
is full of grace.
I want to live from where I stand,
stitching each moment
like mending a net,
thread by thread.
There is holiness
in the rhythm of a single day.